I am blissfully weird, and I like it. I do mad, unconventional things, things that seem silly and abnormal for my age and 'image'... I hold the handrail up along a staircase not for support, but to feel the material; I like to go to the temples- not to pray, but to hear the silence; I observe and notice the hidden things, while the most visible ones simply miss my eye...I do not remember the type and history of trees even though I am obsessed with greenery, but I know what a tree does to a space and how to use it; I do not remember people by names but by their unique skills- it is a very different way of life, mine- almost as though I do not speak the same language as everyone else. Am I illiterate, then?

I am currently 'unemployed'. It's a wonderful feeling, this- to have secured a killer job, and still have some time to do organised time-pass. I am both scared and elated, nervous and relieved- at the same time! I want to do EVERYTHING in this time; feels like it is indeed the end of this world- and every passing hour, I am desperately trying to fit in another thing into the damn list!

One thing I am DYING to understand is the meaning of ‘love’. The whole world seems to be obsessed with it. It seems to be the very basis of the existence of all mankind; it is one thing everyone experiences, and everyone craves for. And the love you have for your life-partner is the most hyped. Or maybe not. How does one ‘fall’ in love? What is the process? And what does ‘Pyaar kiya nahin jaata, bas ho jaata hai’ mean? Lot of questions. No answers yet.

" Life in mumbai is fast, glamorous, stinky n crowded; it's a great city but a terrible place. "
Let's find out, shall we? :)

Sanjay Mohe makes me want to believe, he makes me want to have faith- in this time of Hafeez Contractor and IT parks. “You have to stand your ground – stand up for what you believe- right from day one.” It is not only now that he can ‘afford’ to refuse vaastu-crazy clients; he has been doing it right from the start. “Once you compromise, it becomes a process of running behind the money,” he says- “Do good work, and then you can choose to have all the money- you will command.”

“Utterly brilliant”. LOVE the adjective! :)

This seems like a fantastic time frame of my life; these are the years that will be most uncertain, curious, and ‘beautiful’. All bollywood songs seem to be written for this age; all definitions seem to reverse- things that we have been asked to stay away from will be expected of us- it is a special kind of transition, I think. I will begin to experience new things; will look at things differently- it is amusing, how ‘coming of age’ changes even the basic way one looks at life. It just makes me realize that I have been living in some kind of a bubble; and am sure when I look back 25 years later, will still be thinking the same! Nice place to be, this.

It is a waste of brilliant weather, this. Staying at home in horror of the bomb blasts. Just when you think its time to remove the jackets from the cupboard, you’re grounded. God, I could NOT be more self-centered!

It’s a very bad idea to watch a movie in Bangalore if you have a cold. That too, without a jacket. Sniff.

“The architecture of Geoffrey Bawa is about the poetry of space. It is about raising one’s spirits to celebrate life. This is realised with a minimum of fuss and no theorizing. It is an absolute experience which is direct and pleasurable. It is about restraint, understatement and quietness...When you sit in one of Bawa’s verandahs, it is always what you see that counts, and rarely the building itself. This idea of ‘formlessness’ is a very curious thing because the whole of western architectural discourse has been about form making.”

It’s a pity to see a person speak his heart out towards someone else’s concern- and not be understood. It’s unfair, really- appalling, almost.

S.U.P.W. Some Useful Period Wasted. Synonymous to Laxmi madam’s class back in school. I think we literally pulled a leg off her body and presented it to her as a 'favorite teacher' award. She seemed quite thrilled by it. She made the most controversial of statements- “There are floods in Assam because the tides (-oh my goodness-) are running backwards”!! The winner, though, is her ‘India map’. You could NOT get her to stop drawing an oddly-shaped elephant on the black board in the form of our own bharat. Ask her why the earth rotates, and she’ll start drawing the India map!

How important was architecture in ‘The Matrix’? Why was the room Neo and Trinity took the guns from, all white? Why was it floorless, windowless, wall-less and roof-less? What is that kind of architecture trying to evoke? If you wanted to sketch that room, how would you? There are no planes, no light and thus no shadow; no furniture, flooring, or roof; no tree, grass or sky. And yet, it is a space. It evokes emotion; it occupies virtual space- it exists in the mind, but it exists. How would you draw it?



It was a moment; and as a moment I shall remember it- it is amusing how we recall times we live in real-time as snap shots; photographs, almost. That photo is surreal, as are all we tend to remember- light flooding in from behind her, and bringing along with it a huge gust of wind- I will remember it as a muted detail- I do not recall what we were giggling about; only that we were giggling...“We always romanticize the past and dramatize the future, but never express the present”, Sanjay Mohe told me- it is a mighty detail that goes unnoticed...Every single moment, every photograph, every conversation in Mindspace has been precious to me- it was the pre-decided romanticism of the past that the future is going to be.



It is not everyday that one gets to watch Sanjay Mohe sketching- and when I did, I wrote this-
I see the big, thick lines covering the site; fast and accurate in thought, they look down into the site...Once the lines rest, the pondering begins- there are views, details and scribbles all in company of the big lines- it is almost as if the small ones scatter around the source- the sheet is rich, heavy, and precious. And this is only the beginning.



I have an abnormally large nose. I think it could easily pass off as a batata-wada. Also, the centreline of my nose and that of my face do not coincide- much like the difference between the magnetic and rotating axes of the earth- manufacturing defects, they are. :)

It was raining most of last night - it was god's way of keeping the night awake , I think - it was keeping me company . . .


I've been travelling like mad - five different cities over three trips in three weeks - not bad , eh ? I wonder how long I can be floating around like this - sooner or later I am going to have to 'settle down'. Aarrghh - I don't think I even like the sound of that !


' You can know too much , but you might not know enough. '


Mehendi is a funny thing ; I cannot stop being amused by how its contact with a surface leaves behind such a beautifully coloured mark - something that cannot be transferred , modified or replicated - shows up to brighten up the entire palm , and then quietly vanishes into oblivion . . .


I simply love Varun ; he has recently shocked me with his emotional growth - I think Pratibha has done him a world of good . . . He's the only one I can say has 'lasted the years' - everyone else has faded - slowly , but steadily . . . Varun is still as wonderfully weird as he has always been - I don't think it can be taken out of him - I cannot imagine him without the silly jokes , mad faces , bizarre body language or the sunky reactions - but what is important is that he's so much more than that now; deeper , I would say - noone can simply write him off anymore - it has been wonderful to watch him as the years have passed - hope to continue for many more !

'What you are is so loud that I cannot hear what you're saying . . . '


It is amusing how we cannot see the wind ; only what it does to things we can see . . . It is wonderful, really- different things respond differently to the same source- it is the rich detailing in nature that makes for such wonderful layering ; and look at us , trying to unify it all !


Every time there is a question about myself that I cannot get around , I look into my blog ; it gives me hints , directions . . . There are things in there I never knew - things that I didn't intend to pen down but did involuntarily ; every time I read it I find something new , something I didn't know about myself - just like every building I see - what we actually see of the things visible to us varies with time . . . It's a part of the 'keep-learning-all-your-life' theory - endless , immeasurable ,and precious . . .


Every time I visit a new city , I take a video along the streets while I travel within the city - I think it's an excellent way of capturing the various sounds , colours , people , language , infrastructure , and fundamental landscape of the city - all in one shot . . . Believe me , they can be shockingly different from one another - I'm documenting the world in a small way - Someday I'm going to sell it for a killer price ! He he . . .

'Roti , kapda , aur makaan' have been our understanding of the fundamentals in life ; bollywood-wise, too . . We're 'progressing' now - network , electric energy , and internet . . We've taken for granted the primary ; we're in the second circle now . . I wonder what the third circle is going to be - companionship , 'happiness' and love ?


Only the fortunate get sleep whenever they want to . . .Like me ! He he he . . . I can sleep anywhere , anytime , irrespective of location - it's god's way of loving me ! :-)


It is very , very difficult to surprise me ; i am too curious for that . . . But i cannot stop being amused by a certain friend of mine who has surprised me , over and over again , in newer and newer ways . . Maybe it's easier for those you don't expect absolutely anything from to catch you off-guard . . Those in the inner-most circle have to try harder and are easiest to catch red-handed . . A lot also depends on the Want to surprise . . Hmmm . . .


I'm writing this post from my mobile phone , lying down, watching TV and thinking at the same time . . . 'Technology' , they say it is . . . I'm loving it !